I yearn for obsession and submission
I think to myself, as the window's sunburned heat
pours onto my face.
I place you, perched up high on my mantle piece.
And you remain there, to simply be perfection.
My fingers dance along the side of your face,
journeying off to the texture of your hair,
and I can only be so much...
I think to myself, as the window's sunburned heat
pours onto my face.
I place you, perched up high on my mantle piece.
And you remain there, to simply be perfection.
My fingers dance along the side of your face,
journeying off to the texture of your hair,
and I can only be so much...